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02:44pm 29/05/2007
 
Your Love Life is Like The Princess Bride

"Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind."

For you, love is like a fairy tale - albeit a fairly twisted one.
You believe romance is all about loyalty, fate, and a good big of goofy fun.

Your love style: Idealistic yet quirky

Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Perfectly romantic



And it's kinda funny because this is my favorite movie of all time.

If anyone cares my BSG fic and my NCIS fic will be updated within the week.
Theiry		  
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My first BSG Video   
11:22pm 22/12/2006
 
mood: accomplished
music: Alternative to Love - Brendan Bensen
First off Happy Holidays one and all!

Now, YEAH! I finally finished my first BSG Vid! It's set to Faraway by Nickleback, which I'm sure is something less than original, but this was my trial run. If anyone likes what I've done here I'll move on to more adventurous attempts and I'll happily accept any recomendatins as to what those attemps should be. If anyone else has used this song for a video for this couple...well I guess I'll say sorry. I didn't mean to be a copycat.

Also, I should say that I orginally wanted to use Savin Me, once again by Nickleback, but my copy of that particular song skips. I had some idea that this song was used for the trailers for the season premier, or maybe it was for "The Story So Far". I don't know. In any case everytime I watch the show, and most especially during Lee and Kara's angst filled scens, it's playing in the back of my head.

And you know what, I'm sure nobody, beyound my one and only self, gives much of a d***. And I talk too much. :)

Here's the video. Enjoy, please.
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LDNVQJ7Z

Light and Laughter!
~Theiry

Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the ides.
-Robert A.Heinlein		  
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12:02pm 19/12/2006
 
mood: blah
music: You're Not Alone Tonight- Keith Urban
Is it really tuesday? Already?

December has to be the worst month of the lot, there's never enough time to get everything done. Of course, I realize this is hardly a thing unique to the last month on the calander, but it just seems there's so much MORE to get done in december than in any other month.

Anyway, I've revamped and reposted my first, and only, Mag 7 ATF story, originally entitled "Demons Past", which was the working title. The new designation, a much more apt and appropriate title, is "" A Man's Price".

If anyone's interested, here's a link to it : http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1878195/1/

Other than that I'm still working on my first BSG video, buffing it up a bit you might say. An act which sounds so much easier than it actually is, as movie maker keeps freezing up on me at strangely inconvient times. Regardless, it should be up soon.

Light and Laughter!
Theiry

Our strength is often composed of the weakness that we're damned if we are going to show.
- Mignon Mclaughlin		  
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Snow Storms and Updates   
07:21pm 16/12/2006
 
mood: cold
music: Life Uncommon - Jewel
Whew.

The last couple of days have certainly been interesting. Thursday I woke up to a relatively nice day, clear blue skys, sun shining brightly, which quickly devolved into the biggest snow storm we've had in the last ten years. By seven that night there was a foot and a half of new snow, and when the electricity went out at eight-thirty it was still falling. It didn't stop until about midnight, when I finally was able to give up my endeavors to keep the front walk clear. The next day was shoveling, shoveling, and more shoveling, punctuated with brief snow flurries intermittedly through out the day, and we finally got the electricity back on after a good twety-two and a half hours of doing without. I don't think I've ever appreciated the comforts of civilization as much as I did during those twenty-three hours.

Granted I was hardly bored, what with digging the cars out and clearing the roofs and the driveway, not to mention coming up with what I consider highly inventive ways to cook and bathe. Thank God for BBQs and the foresight of a grocery store that keeps its own generator. There was also board games. And plenty of them.

I don't think I've ever lost a game of Yahtzee quite so badly before in my life. Though I am the Uno champ, so there's something in that I guess.

Luckily I was able to post the second chapter in my Battlestar Galactic fic "In Hell's Despair" before the power went out, and the hours of relative quiet gave me plenty of time to work out the outline for the next chapter so that should be up pretty soon.

I also hope to post the next chapter in "The Presence Of An Absence", my single NCIS fic within the next couple of days. And after a bit more tweaking my first BSG Video, which is Kara/Lee centric, will be good to go.

All in all I'm feeling rather acomplished at the moment and think I might bask in it for a bit. Quietly and to myself.

Anyway it's off to the movie maker I go. Happy Holidays all!

~ Theiry

Love, and do what you like.
- Saint Augustine		  
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Feelings of ineptness and mild self-disgust   
02:53pm 13/12/2006
 
mood: thoughtful
music: Joan Osborne- Lets just Get Naked
Well, haven't I been on a nice angst ridden pity trip lately? And what's worse, haven't I been LAZY. I suppose I could forgive the sporadic and, if I do say so myself, slightly off-kilter entries here, but in falling, *cough*, off the wagon, so to speak, here I've also allowed myself to fall about, oh, a year behind on the updates to my various and varied stories. Which is completely unacceptable, as that tends to be a trait that drives me quite mad in others. So here I am, posting my strange and inconsequential ramblings here, even as I struggle to update my three main stories, the ever present Thorns I Reap, much beloved The Presence of An Absence, and the rather spontaneous addition, In Hell's Despair.

Besides the angst, always a heavy-handed presence in my writing though I could wish it otherwise, these stories have little or nothing in common, not even their timelines or general theme. The three of them manage to span span the not-inconsiderate gauntlet from post-civil war america to the remains of a minorly futuristic post-apocolyptic space-opera. After all, it's not as though I like to complicate matters at all.:)

Needless to say it's...a challenge to get a handle on such disparate worlds and characters and hold them all together, yet as seperate as they ever were, in such a way as to write with any credibility or skill. Especially as they none of them wish to share what they consider their stage time and are hardly graceful in their surrender of the stage. Though, of course, not one of these characters has ever been good at surrendering anything at all, so there you go. I sincerely believed that Starbuck (In Hell's Despair) Tony ( The Presence of An Absence)and Ezra were going to come to blows the other night. It gave me such a headache I abandoned all further attempts at progress with all three stories for about a week.

In any case I have updated Thorns I Reap, though I believe I pushed myself into doing so before the chapter was quiet ready and the story suffers for it. However, it had been about a year since I updated and at this point I felt it better to post something. If only to remind MYSELF, that the story wasn't dead. The next chapter, hopefully superior to the last, is already in the works and will be up soon.

As will the next chapter in Presence.

My new story In Hell's Despair is set in the relatively new realm of Battlestar Galactica, and though I haven't as good a feel for the characters as I do in the NCIS or Mag7 realms, I do hope it's up to par. I should have a new chapter by friday.

And now we come to, what I am sure, is the hoped for conclusion of my long-winded ramblings. Congrats for making it this far, if you did. Though I fully expect that I am talking into the abyss, with no one more interested in these words than myself. Which is fine. Sometimes I like the sound of my own voice, on paper, aloud, whatever, and this does help me get back into writing, so it's not an entirely pointless episode. And, since I've prowled around some sites that might well lead people with some interest here, I'll leave some links to my stories.

Light and Laughter,
Theiry

Our songs travel the Earth. We sing to one another. Not a single note is ever lost and no song is original. - Louise Erdrich

Link to my profile on Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/329808/		  
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11:59am 23/11/2006
 
mood: melancholy
music: Rain- Patty Griffin
I can't be in love. I'd know wouldn't I? I mean...you have to know or what's the point. And there's a difference between attraction and Love. And there has to be a difference between being attraced to someone you love, and being In Love.

Right?

And there's no point in losing one of your best friends over and infatuation. No more than this is in being possessive and...and...and pissy whenever he's with some other girl. Right?

I don't want to be in love with him. I'm not in love with him. I'm not in love with him. I'm not in love with him.


And if I say it enough it will be true.

Be of love more careful than of anything.
- E.E. Cummings		  
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the passing of a friend   
10:36pm 12/08/2005
  I am alone in my griefe and perhaps never more alone. Words do not comfort...they distract and mislead, they shock one into a brief forgetting, but they neither comfort nor heal. How do you heal such a wound as this? how do you fill such a space as this? There is an emptiness in the world now that cannot be filled and there is nuaugt to cure this melancholy ache. And it is all the worse for the knowledge that it could be worse, that others, no more dear but more immedeatly precious, more essential, could so easily be gone. Gone as easily as a last sighing exhale in the dark of night or in the haunted beauty of early morning twilight. it was this one but it could have been another. Could have been such a one so terriffyingly dear...death cannot be escaped and should not be feared, and perhaps for oneself this is easy. Yet when it comes with it's cold and creeping lust for those whom we hold more beloved and precious than ourselves, indeed when it comes for anyother to whom we are close, the terror and the fear, the anger and the pain are immedete and feirce and impossible to fore-go no matter how they manifest themselves. Death has nothing to do with those who have died for they are gone, beyound the bitter, grasping reach of these things we lable life and life's trials. Death is about those who remain.


The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life, that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen."
--Elizabeth Kubler-Ross		  
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11:23am 29/07/2005
 
mood: accomplished
music: MUsic of the night ~ Phantom of the Opera
Well, I've finally managed to update my NCIS post-Twilight fic. Sadly I've come to realize that I have somehow evoloved into the type of fan-fic writer that I swore I'd never be. That is to say it now takes me so bloody long to update that more than a few people probably think I'm dead. Or, at the very least that my stories are. Erg. Anyway, it's updated and now i really need to go a head and finish the next few installments of my Mag-7 story "The Thorns I Reap". I was actually doing pretty good on that one until the season Finale of NCIS. Which rather blew me out of the water and completely reset my focus. Anyway, it's off to work I go. It could be worse, at least it's air conditioned. A fact that is very much appreciated as it's not even noon yet and already the temperature's topped 101. Yea.

Light and Laughter!

Theiry

Do something wrong, but enjoy it.		  
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Birthdays, Randomness, and stuff that doesn't interest anyone but me   
02:53pm 27/07/2005
 
mood: hot
music: The Time Of The Season ~ The Zombies
You know this might be a bit more interesting if I had anything of significance or interest to talk about, especially seeing as it's my first post and all. But you see my brain really doesn't function well in temperatures upwards of a hundred degrees. So there's my excuse...er disclaimer. Anything that follows I declaim responsibility for.

Let's see. I'm pretty sure it's the twenty seventh of july today and that being the case I'd be terribly remiss if I didn't make a huge deal of the fact that it's my cousin Sean's Fifteenth birthday today. Those of you who know me, and there are, or will be, a few, get that this is a big deal for me. Those of you who don't will have to be told that Sean and I, despite the age difference,( six years) are pretty close. Like joined at the hip close. Even if all anyone thinks we do is argue over everything. It's not all we do, but sometimes...yeah. It's fun.

And don't roll your eyes at me Kris, it is.

So anyway, yeah. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

You know it was weird enough to realize he's gotten taller than me now, but how odd is it that he'll be driving in a year?!? Ladies and gentleman a word of warning on this matter. This boy has hit something with almost every motorized vehicle he's ever even touched. When he plowed the drive he hit my car. When he mowed the lawn he didn't just HIT the tree he RIPPED IT FROM THE GROUND. Last winter it was a snowmobile and an evergreen. The problem, I'm thinking is his love of speed and his refusal to wear the glasses which bring all the world beyond the first four feet into focus. And he doesn't get it. Seriously when we were ribbing him about the evergreen and his complete failure to TURN his response was, "Yeah, but I was doing GREAT until I hit the tree."

We tried to explain to him that hitting the tree rather negated any skill he might have shown beforehand but he refused to agree. He always does. Which is of course why I love him.

So anyway, the roads may be safe for another year, but only one. After that you can't say that I didn't warn you.

Light and Laughter!
Theiry

"Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo."
- H. G. Wells (1866-1946)		  
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